Life is like being in the deep,
with barely a breath left,
searching for a hole in the ice
to escape the water.
::
It is to realize—
you are not a prisoner of fate,
but indeed,
a prisoner of your faith.
Because only then,
when the cloud of the mind disperses,
does survival’s instinct shine through—
the real faith,
rescuing you from endless suffocation.
The faith in just.
The faith in finding the hole in time.
For there is a just in the universe.
And without that just,
why would it matter
if I suffocate here—
or there?
